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Red Dream

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Hello, loves. I hope you are all well. I'm trying to get back into roleplay because I miss being creative. I've mainly been working on my business and personal works concerning writing in the beautiful thing called the real world. I hope you are all well!!! My dms are open should anyone want to discuss things.

As always! Lovely to see the talent.

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Rip…

My first time writing anything for FFXVI in a long while just had to be a spicy fic for Jote. Whistles…

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Wait wait…… I lost my screenshots google drive link. C-can someone link me again. I’m so ashamed.

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It’s time for me to yap.

Thinking…. Woven grief in iron shattering like glass—Will remaining strong, despite nightmares blooming in bloody remorse. The body mourns its rivers of red, spilling from the unloving touch of the tenebrous; corrupt mannequins of Ultima’s schemes.

Jote is yet another tool—it is the truth of her existence, child groomed into weapon made flesh as keeper of flames. It is something she chooses in the end; not because she knows nothing else, but she believes in the rebirth and light of Joshua. That devotion couldn’t be for anyone else. She does not regret her indoctrination because it means regretting Joshua. Yet, in care carefully seduced from childish yearning to be seen, she’s a tool that works against Joshua, too, in vile bonds of care.

Her will is strong. She is defiant; steel can be bent, yes, but she will always be unbroken (until her world is plunged into shadows, to be a ghost of yearning when the flames find a grave to melt down wax of life, into).

It’s a fascinating dynamic because… Joshua could be fine without Jote. But Jote wouldn’t be without him. There is an element of codependency in the subtext woven, at least in my eyes. It’s all about perspective and what have you. This may be my headcanon, but it won’t always be applied.

Anyways. What can break Jote’s will—which I’ve been exploring via fics soon to be ready for my personal archives on the famous website…. But, I feel like she struggled with being stood down, to find an existence outside of the theology she studies and warmth of cult’s mania; obsession with the element of fire.

I think it would take time for her to learn to love winter, the earth, to find solitude and solace in anything other than inferno. To unlearn things is hard, a mammoth task in growth. She could be something else, anything other than what the Undying weave in a little girl’s fear and dreams. She was a blank page of nothing for them to bleed their ideals on. And as a a former catholic, who was heavily indoctrinated prior to turning 15, I love exploring this in my adulthood. It’s fascinating though terrible.

ANYWAYS. I love them….. they’re my babies.

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I should be doing my assignments like the good university student I am. However, I have thoughts of the paradox that is Jote and Jill, if they were to weave their threads together. There is a degree of kindred spirit met there, or so I feel.

I feel like they would be good friends at a superficial level; surrounding their respective Rosfield boys and their ties.

But on a deeper level there is the fact they were both weaponised for different causes, moulded into a weapon made flesh. And I like the contrast of ice and fire.

TLDR: they could be good friends.

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DRAGON'S DOGMA 2 STARTERS

rp prompts taken from the video game dragon's dogma 2 by capcom. some have been edited.

❛ a good sleep will ensure we’re prepared for the morrow. ❜

❛ i shall go to the grave with a smile on my lips, for i have no regrets. ❜

❛ this is the second time i’ve watched over you like this, isn’t it? ❜

❛ as i understand it, 'tis boorish to speak when you’ve naught to say, so i shall hold my tongue. ❜

❛ we‘ll see each other again, you can count on that. and when we do, you’d best be ready for the fight of your life. ❜

❛ i had nearly given up on myself, yet 'twould seem i am not without talent after all! ❜

❛ i learned the words but this is the first i use them. ❜

❛ don't bring trouble to my door, you hear? ❜

❛ 'twas never my intent to deceive you. i simply feared that if i spoke the truth, none would wish to involve themselves with me. ❜

❛ i dare not enter the palace. but i would fain escort you to the castle entrance. ❜

❛ pray visit me if you’ve the time or inclination. ❜

❛ all is preordained. even my death at thy hands. ❜

❛ there’s no shortage of ne'er-do-wells out there, willing to claim their medicine the only cure that they might inflate its price. ❜

❛ what are you doing? unhand me this instant! ❜

❛ love is as twin to madness, they say. they are bound fast, as night is to day. ❜

❛ oh, unwring your hands, you fool. as if anyone in this palace would dare say a word against me. ❜

❛ i find myself on edge when you stray from my line of sight. ❜

❛ save your honeyed words, traitor! ❜

❛ you would leave one of your own to die? ❜

❛ my efforts led only to my own ruin. ❜

❛ i believe i cautioned you to keep your drunken revelry in check. ❜

❛ they say you should be thankful for your life, but simply being alive isn’t the same as living, eh? ❜

❛ 'tisn‘t the first time i’ve taught an unseasoned whelp the meaning of betrayal. ❜

❛ my vision’s growing worse by the day i fear. ❜

❛ if i had but better known your heart, i could have shared in your burdens. ❜

❛ 'tis not my conscience that called me here, oh no. i simply cannot stomach acts of cowardice. ❜

❛ doesn’t seem like you and i are going to share a drink anytime soon. a shame, really. ❜

❛ and what business have you here, in the nobles' playground? ❜

❛ we’re lost, plain and simple. ❜

❛ 'twould seem my time here has reached its end. can’t say i‘m happy about it. ❜

❛ i possess no ill intent, i assure you! i merely wished for a closer look. ❜

❛ alas, though he was a just and goodly ruler, there is not a single person alive who remembers his name. ❜

❛ it can be a blessing to forget—and to be forgotten. ❜

❛ the flesh may rot, the soul, fragment. yet power—power endures. ❜

❛ no one has any care for me beyond my title. ❜

❛ another dogged adventurer, come to take my life? many have tried, and, as you can plainly see, all have failed. ❜

❛ naught can be achieved without sacrifice. ❜

❛ follow me. and, pray, take care not to fall behind. one can easily lose their way here. ❜

❛ if e'er you’re in need of a hearth to return to … then let it be mine. ❜

❛ i may be past my prime as a fighter—but i can still teach. ❜

❛ s‘pose it must make you feel a hero, seeing the person you caught yourself sitting behind bars. ❜

❛ do you think you can exact change in this world through good will alone? ❜

❛ reckon your road‘s been a long one. ❜

❛ i so hoped you’d visit. is that strange? ❜

❛ such knowledge has been known to cost a man his head. ❜

❛ shall we hunt a few monsters to start the day off? ❜

❛ the world shall not change with my death. ❜

❛ wilt thou slay me, or be slain? ❜

❛ 'twas all a farce and i the fool, exulting in my wooden crown. ❜

❛ do as you will. i care not what befalls me now. ❜

❛ i never knew how vast the sky was ere i left home. ❜

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Joshua and Jote dressed up

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Wriggles here. I apologise for my absence. I will return when I can (if there’s an interest for a Jote, let me know!) once I get things sorted. I just got back from Brazil, a few weeks ago. Had a great time. But as always, per life’s guidelines, I have to redirect and prioritise with uni and work.

I’m also in the process of finally starting a real attempt of a book. I’ve stopped and started for a long time with different concepts. To the surprise of no one… this time, it’s somewhat inspired by my hyper focus of past year: Jote, Joshua and religion.

Everyone, say thank you to my twitter bestie for giving me my first taste of them last year. Love that person to bits. They’re lovely and a gem. Really have been a true friend through my health problems and personal issues surrounding my ex.

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Hello loves! I’m around albeit on mobile. I’m currently in Brazil for a wee holiday. I have time here and there, if people want to chat or do the writing thing!!!

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It is almost 11pm at night. And I’m here to gush and to be back on my wee bullshit before disappearing. I am awfully busy with final assessments in uni and preparing for my trip to South America in two weeks. Shuate will always have a special place in my heart. They were my first ship with my closest writing partner whom I am to meet in a little bit in their country (I’m travelling all the way from Australia!) should the stars align perfectly.

Jote will always be my baby.

But. Do you ever think how Jote has seen Joshua through everything? Do you ever think she is fond of his peace despite her own volatile, subtle storm of a nature? The thing that still sends me to this day, is the way she was going to shank a literal child.

Which brings me to… a thread that could fascinate me: is Barnabas and Jote. Let me explain, y’all. In her loyalty to Joshua, and the religious indoctrination of the Undying, the lack of self-perseveration, there is stewing gloom. Joshua is, and always will be her moral compass. But you still have this girl who was taught immolation is required for forgiveness and survival.

You see silvers of hell in moments of immorality: such as her willingness to draw a blade on Kihel if she was a threat.

What else is she willing to do?

That aside. I think any thread with Barnacles and Jote would be thought provoking because it means I can delve into the fact—if circumstances were different, he would be the reflection of her. If she did not have Joshua and that close knit bond from a young age of watching over him, she’d be hell a lot more cold with just the Undying’s teachings: most likely delving into ritual slaughter and further decay.

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Sobbing. I’m quite sick at the moment and accidentally got Vicks in my eye, so that’s sleep abandoned for now.

But I am so sorry for the absence! I’m constantly snowed under by university (still marching on and doing a double degree this time) and the planning for my first solo trip overseas. Which is a big deal when you’re a deafie like me! ✨ South America here I come. ✨ It’s midnight here and I just thought I’d check in. How are we, Final Fantasy nation?

Let me know if anyone wants to write.

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Guys…. Breathes… In June, I get to see one of my closest rp partners in person. I may be a wee little Aussie, but I’m working my ass off to make it to Latin America by that time. Hence why I’m slipping in and out activity here and there. ✨

That particular partner is the person who got me into writing Jote as I do now. Hence why I’m particularly attached to her now. It’s a really special friendship.

But… Now I really have to work hard to get university sorted so I can leave my country on time. I’ll be here and there. 👹❤️

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RIP. My muse is all over the place. I can’t concentrate, actually. I can focus on planning for Brazil and solo writings, but nothing else is holding. The unforgiving nature of unmedicated adhd. BUT. I held a conversation with my main writing partner well enough all night (oops. I’ve been up since 12am and it’s now 7am. Thank god for no shifts today!).

I have so much appreciation for that dude. I remade my Yuna elsewhere for cooking with that mfer and did manage to do up a layout for her despite this funk.

On another note: my brain is adoring Mileena and has brain rot again. I can write a good Mileena. ✨🥰

Trying to stay positive to be productive today. My IMs, as always, are open.

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Before yours truly clocks onto her shift… :Standing emoji: I just think Benedikta and Jote interactions would be divine.

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Your Grace. It is plain you are not well enough to travel.

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((fadedfirebird)) "I promise you, when all this is done, I will provide a way out for you."

Saw Prompts. || Accepting.

“You are being selfish, Your Grace,” tongue curls for disdain && criticism, cranium lifting—for once, enigmas forsaken for direct answers. “I understand. You wish to renounce the Undying and yourself. I do not.”

Fingers reach to a throat, face twisting into something long at last; she has always been taught to know winter despite the flames of worship howling. It is safe to chain the lips into a thin line to conceal bliss && then agonies when steel cuts away to yielding flesh. She knows to throttle the heart. 

“You must think me to be faithless to disavow you, now.”

Right here, right now—muscles && tendons betray her in a face, as a knife flicks in the moonlight, fracturing off its merciless reflection. Laces give away to its sharp edge, robe wrecked; leather slipping free from shoulders well toned from war play. Lashes flutter, palms pulling sleeves of a tunic below, up to elbows. 

“You must think me to have a hollow heart,” fingers pull at hemmed white, tugging up from its tucked home in breeches—just below ribs. The belly is not smooth nor pretty in its fleshy grace. 

What remains is discoloured flesh, etched horror in scarring slithering between stretch marks of age (&& a body forsaking betrayals of a belly poisoned). A pale phoenix soars between scars, edges melting into serrated flesh. There are no flames, only meat with phantom pain trilling. The Undyings’ gift of fucked cultist marks for a little girl. 

“I want no way out. I did not come this far to abandon you nor be forsaken,” fabric flutters to cover injury of cults && battles. “The Undying, I would want such a fate. You? I could never.”

“Duty is the death of honour, of freedom,” && a sob hides in the back of her throat. “It is no burden. I do not want to be provided with freedom if it means the sun—“

—of her existence is turned dark.

She swallows nothing.

“Give me this one choice, Joshua.”